Subject: River Run 2003
Date: 6/17/2003
Hi All!
This River Run was different from the others...at least for me. It started
like any upcoming event. I look at the date...think whether I can make it...pay
the money...then put it out of my mind, because the likelihood that I will get
sent somewhere is considerable. Don Gallo's E-mail asked if I would be
driving solo. I said, "Yes, (and then gave my standard reply) unless you can get
someone for me?"
Note: My standard reply comes more as an involuntary reflex than from
thought. I usually hint for a copilot from friends, but never expect any. Most people
do not like setting friends up for blind dates/rides because they want to
still have friends.
I got an E-mail reply from Don stating that he would ask his sister if she
would like to attend. To which I responded:
<Don:
Be sure to fill your sister in on my personality and appearance. It could
make for a long day of her (and you for eons) if she goes into this blind.
Actually, I think it is pretty daring of you to even suggest the idea. Either you
love your sister and you know what a good time she will have or...you're trying
to get back at her for something, and this is the ultimate way. For as you
suspect, I'm sure to hit some furry/feathery creature during the drive
Let me know if she will/will not be my copilot. I don't want to bring the
stuff that I would normally put in the front seat. Oh, Tony said he will be
flying solo also. Maybe if she's thinking, "I'm not sure?" with me, she will say,
"Sounds great!" if she rides with Tony. All women love Tony.>
Well, after a bit, I receive another E-mail from Don that stated, "Believe it
or not, she is coming. Clean off your front seat." The thought, "Beware of
what you wish for..." comes to mind, and "What's the best way to loose weight in
a couple of days!" (Now before you go off the deep end Larry, remember, this
is not a date. It is a passenger wanting to enjoy the River Run) With things
in proper perspective, I pack for the event. Meanwhile, I receive an E-mail
from Don L requesting a ride during the event, as his NSX has not been repaired.
Depending on Don's sister's choice, he will be able to ride with one of us.
The plan is to meet Tony and proceed to Don's as a flight of two. As I near
Tony, I call on my cell phone to hear his status. I'm running later than I
preferred so I suggest that he meet me on I-78. (Tony claims that I'm just
avoiding going into his driveway because of fear of dragging the front bumper on
entry.) Tony decides I am far enough away to allow him time to fuel. A later
position report finds us equally near the intercept point. I pass the entrance of
SR 33 onto I-78 first and look in the rearview mirror for Tony's approach. I
spy Tony, we hook up, and continue to Don's.
As we near Don's home, I decide to take a little used short cut to "Bogart
Court." The road turned to dirt, then to dirt with pot holes. Tony is still
behind me, but is falling back. Not seeing a reason to turn around, we continue in
first gear using the whole width of the road to avoid obstacles. We turn onto
Bogart, drive around the circle, and back into the driveway. There are
already three cars in the driveway parked perpendicular to Don's stated parking
method. I stop short of them and Tony parks in front of me, gets out of his car
and asks why I didn't back all the way to the end of the driveway? I told him
that I didn't want to block the other cars in, but the looks from Tony and the
others insinuate that I made the wrong decision. So I backed up further and
Tony parked next to my front bumper. Tony and I walked over for introductions and
the first few people to introduce themselves were named Mike. So I introduced
ourselves as Mike also, which brought weird looks (then I stated our real
names). When more arrived, I introduced everyone as Mikes and Michelle. Which
brought on more confusion. (That's my job :-))
More people started to arrive and spontaneous conversations erupted with
ease. One thing that has always been present in the NSX club, is the ease that new
people fit in to the group (which turned out to be almost half of those
attending). Don was still in the process of setting up for the event and asked for
my assistance. While helping I asked if his sister was here. He said no, but
she should arrive shortly. As I mingled amongst the participants, a woman
arrived who appeared to be unaccompanied. Not wanting to be forward and say you
must be my copilot (while her husband glared at me from behind), I decided to
wait. We both kind of stared at each other and it appeared that it was Don's
sister, Ellen Gallo. I heard she had seen my e-mail to Don about making her aware
of what she was getting into, so I asked her, "Would you like to ride with
eligible bachelor number 1, 2, or 3? (Pointing to Tony, Don, and myself who were
standing together) She smiled and said she would stay with me. We chitchatted
for a bit until Don gathered us around for a driver's meeting. The meeting
included the usual. Be safe; it's not a race; the club is not responsible for
your actions; and the order of events. Don asked who had club radios? Only a few
raised their hands. (someone commented on how it use to be the other way
around) How many have cell phones? This time more raised their hands. Don then
asked who had both? I knew what was coming, so I raised my hand in back of Don
where he wouldn't see it. But he knew I had both, and he knew I would have a
copilot, so it was inevitable that I would be requested to lead one run group.
Being the generous person that I am, I told Ellen she was in charge of navigation
and if the group got lost...it would be all her fault! She said it was the
first time she had done this type of thing. I assured her she would do fine and
smiled. (I'm sure she felt I was trying to comfort her, but I was just happy
that the pressure was off me!)
Ellen and I were to lead the second run group. We lined up in the road with
Don leading the first run group and Dawna (Don's wife) bringing up the rear to
police up stragglers, and because she was on call at the hospital, she would
be able to break away from the group without a bunch of NSXs following her. By
the second stop sign, our group got split from Don's run group due to traffic,
so Ellen and I became responsible for the safe arrival of our group. (Ya,
right) This would not normally be a problem except we are still conversing while
leading the group.
Let me tell you the significance of conversation while I drive. Although it
isn't an issue when I fly, but when driving, if someone asks a question, I try
to give a thoughtful answer (No, I don't give thoughtless answers while I
fly). Consequently, I stop navigating (ask my son or Susan Porter). So what
happens when the first turn comes up on the route? Yup, we drive right by. Ellen
says, "I think we should have turned back there?" I look in the rear view mirror
and see 4 NSXs blindly following us like lemmings over a cliff (what
solidarity). I heard Dawna's voice over the club radio confirming Ellen's thoughts. We
turn around at a convenient spot, back track, and proceed on the correct road.
When we get to the next turn, the same thing happens again. Ellen is trying
to apologize for her navigation, but I assure her she is doing fine and getting
lost is half the fun. We institute a navigation system that allows us not to
miss another turn. The midpoint of the drive is a tour/wine tasting event at
Alba Vineyard. (makes sense to me, wine plus testosterone NSX drivers equals??)
As we pull into the vineyard parking area there are no other NSXs in sight so
I interrupt Ellen's conversation and ask if there are more directions? "Oh,
sorry," was the reply as she looks on the direction sheet and reads the
directions to the back lot. As we crest the hill, we see the other cars and take our
place among them.
People asked what happened to us? I immediately blamed Don Gallo. I stated
that after we stopped following his group, navigation went fine! So it must have
been his fault. They didn't buy that answer so I explained it was like any
new relationship. First there's lots of conversation, then the relationship goes
stale, thus we could pay attention to navigation. But I figured after we got
liquored up, we would have more stuff to talk about. (Actually, Ellen was very
fun to be with. We just put priority on navigation instead of conversation.)
We received a tour of the establishment before we sat at the tables for the
wine tasting event. I sat with the Gallo's. Conversation was great and never
dragged. I took several pictures during the tasting, but they didn't come out
very well, as many had their eyes closed or appeared as if they were drunk.
(Humm?)
The trip back to the Gallo's went well with a particular section of road
allowing us to do fast uninterrupted cruising. We aligned our cars on their lawn
for a photo shoot and then had lunch. Lunch consisted of a variety of meats,
fruits, deserts, which were very tasty. There was a drawing for door prizes.
I think this years event out did the previous River Run (and it wasn't just
because I had a lovely copilot). Everyone had fun, there were no accidents, and
no ticket's during the drive...only after
Many thanks to the Gallo's for hosting another successful River Run and for
introducing new people to our group. Also, thanks to Ellen for taking time from
her busy schedule to participate in her brother's event and for being an
excellent copilot. Hope you will join us for other events.
Larry G.